Beautiful Monster

We all sat in the living room, the other girls curled up on the couches next to their so called faithful, loving boyfriends. The nasty little liars... I sat on the very end of the large couch, listen to the different voices as they spoke and laughed at little jokes. I crossed my legs at the knees, brushing my bangs out of my face. I caught Eleanor’s stare, raising an eyebrow. Her face reddened and she dropped her gaze to her feet. Hm. What was all that about?

I didn’t have time to ponder on it, my mind was to preoccupied. I’m still thinking about what I should do. If I tell the girls when we get alone, what will they do? Will they help me get out of here? Or will they just ignore my confession in them? Better yet, how will they react to the fact that one boyfriend raped me and the other set me up for failure? That he tricked me into believing he was helping me. Would they still help me then? I seriously doubt it.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. My brain hurts from thinking so much all at one time. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, taking another deep breath to wake myself up. I’m still kinda tired.

“Are you okay, Amelia?” Eleanor asks, catching my attention and opening my eyes.

Her big brown eyes were soft with concern as she inspected me. I felt the urge to spill my guts, telling her and Perrie everything but the weight of the five sets of hostile eyes made me bite my tongue. If I told them, there’s a chance that not only would they not believe me, they wouldn’t make it out of here unharmed.

“Yeah, I’m fine. My head hurts a little, that’s all.” I say, offering up the best smile I could give them at the moment.

“I have some Advil if you want some.” Perrie said, picking up her purse from beside her feet.

“Oh, no she’s allergic to Advil.” Harry interrupted before she could start digging through her purse.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I dont have anything then.” Perrie said, frowning.

I glance up at the boy beside me. He made brief eye contact before looking back at his friends. What, does he think I’m going to overdose on one pill? Or try to get it stuck on my throat so I can choke and die? I’m done with being suicidal. At the moment, anyway.

“It’s okay, thanks though.” I say, winking at her.

“What happened to your arm?” Eleanor blurted, looking extremely embarrassed as all eyes landed on her. Perrie’s blue eyes were wide and she smacked the girls arm in disbelief.

“Huh?” I asked as Perrie scolded the brunette.

“That was really rude.” Perrie hissed, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked but I can’t help but wonder...” The girl trailed off, her face scarlet red from her little outburst.

“Oh, no. It’s fine, hun. What did you say?” I say, waving it off as if it didn’t mean anything.

“Your arm. The scar, what happened? Does that say Harry?” She said, squinting her eyes at my left arm. I raised it up slightly as she grasped my wrist lightly, squatting down beside me to look at the still-healing scar.

“Um, yeah. It does say Harry.” I answered, feeling a little smug. How is he going to explain this one?

“Her ex was named Harry.” Harry simply said, deflating my bubble of smugness.

“Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry, Amelia. This is awful. Nobody should be treated like this.” Eleanor mummered, her brown eyes bright with unshed tears. Louis got up from his seat and gently tugged her up from her squatting position beside me, tugging her out of the room with a soft “Come on, El. Let’s get you back together.”

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